Halloween… Yep, definitely not going there again. So I'm back with another chapter of low quality content, which probably nearly nobody reads… *checks reviews* "IT'S OVER 2000!" If you thought the Halloween special was late, it wasn't. The special coming out twice was an accident! I wanted to change something in chapter 14 but I took down 15 instead. :P
Special thanks to Gene525 for returning to our torture room- I mean story. Also to balweskm for following, I hope you guys will enjoy the chapter.
Warning: Thankfully I made this rated T… You'll see what I mean…
Disclaimer (For anyone reading this low quality content): I do not own anything Riot Games (Rito Games if you prefer) has made this is a purely fan-made story and I hope you will enjoy it (if you read it of course)
Jason's POV:
They tossed and turned in their sleep, all four of them, on a exceptionally large bed.. They seemed to giggle occasionally, but it was mostly tossing and turning, sometimes a word or two… I wondered what Veera had gave them…
Flashback:
Surrounded, by skeletons and two obscene figures. The clown- Pennywise, grasped at his face, and it was then that I realized that I had been pranked. You would not be able to imagine the sheer joy I felt, from knowing that they were pure fakes, figures wearing masks. Under the pale white mask Pennywise wore, was Vahn, he wore the costume of a clown. While Veera had dressed up as the demon Valak, or currently seen as the nun.
"Mind explaining everything?" I asked, exhausted.
"Well we were dressed up, Natalya summoned some spirits and turned them into skeletons," Veera started, pointing at a tree behind me, where Natalya crouched on a firm branch, wearing dark clothes, "The first two groups were acting as corpses and where your friends are headed now are where I placed my illusions."
"I'm feeling generous today, I'll help you out on scaring those four, but not anyone else, deal?" I queried.
The two of them nodded, and so, the act begun.
(You'd know the rest from last chapter, but just a small recap from his perspective)
As the mist thickened, Veera started to put makeup on me, with a few hasty brush strokes of makeup and face paint, I was fully prepared to scare.
They had arrived. Airi stepped up to me, I hid my face under a hood Veera gave me, it was enough to do the trick, she did not notice my face, a fake scar made with facepaint, blood and bite marks from makeup, and finally- fake teeth made to look sharp.
I chased, like it was a game of tag, they ran, fleeing for their lives. I snatched at Butterfly, who helplessly flailed her arms and clawed at the loose soil. I knocked her unconscious in the bush, and left her there to sleep. I caught Sona and Sharja hastily, and finally, landed my murderous pull on Airi.
Flashback end
Airi twitched, her silver hair flowing freely, her small lips sealed shut, her eyes covered by her pale eyelids. She moaned slightly, and turned away from me, and muttered something in her sleep. The others seemed to do something similar to her action… 'Well, I guess that was something I'd figure out later.' I thought to myself.
Airi's POV:
My lover and I, doing what I've always wanted to do with him, he seemed satisfied with this, but something was missing, in the ecstasy of our kissing, I noticed his eyes- deprived of life, his breath, too faint to be human, skin too cold to be alive, slowly- I realized he wasn't himself, but simply a figment of my desires… Just a servant following my desires…
My eyes shot open, someone was on me, kissing me. I desperately hoped it was Jason, but God simply wasn't going to answer my prayers today, it was Butterfly. Shoving the blonde off me, I heard a slight moan coming from her mouth, and in a slurred voice she muttered, "Don't be so rough Jason…"
I tried to calm myself as much as I could, before landing a powerful kick to this lewd girl's stomach. She winced and coughed, and slowly, she awoke.
"What was that for?" She whispered, clearly aware of the other two being asleep, "I was just about to get to the good part!"
"What do you mean good part?" I hissed, "We have the responsibility to protect him, what are you thinking of? Taking away his virginity?"
"Why I'm surprised Airi, weren't you the one that stalked him around, checking out what he bought, what he ate, what he liked and disliked?" She snickered.
"You aren't any better, you snuck into his bedroom a few days ago watching him sleep like a pedofile looks at kids… " I spat.
It was then did I realize another figure standing at the door- Astrid. The girl seemed to back away from us, putting on a fake, phony smile, she chuckled sheepishly, "I uh, must've walked into the wrong room, ha ha ha…"
We simultaneously smiled politely, then blinked behind the redhead. Butterfly and I, blades at her neck. Poor girl, although she always acted tough in front of everyone, she was still the same girl she was in the palace. She was simply too young to understand our fight, too scared to let out a shriek, too innocent to understand our quarrel.
"One word about it, your life ends on the spot, enemy or ally." We both breathed,
She nodded frantically, her thin face pale, struck with fear. It was then we heard clattering of glass behind us, and as we felt a strong gust of wind blow by us, forcing us to shut our eyes, we saw the most unimaginable sight. Jason was kneeling down to Astrid, he lowered his head and said, "I apologize for my friends' behaviour miss, please accept my humble apology."
With that, he helped her up, kneeled once again, and kissed her hand gently. She blushed, stuttering, she couldn't answer to his apology, left him kneeling there for a whole minute, before actually finding the right words to speak, "A-ahem, apology accepted, now would you mind escorting me to my king- Thane's room?"
"My pleasure miss."
"Just call me Astrid."
"Yes, Miss Astrid."
She wore an almost satisfied and almost greedy smile as she walked off. Almost as if she won something… As we looked through jealous eyes, they talked cheerfully about their pasts, Astrid's backstory, how Jason remembered nothing from his past, and how he met everyone here. They shared the same cheerful laughter, soon, they were out of sight.
Jason's POV:
Lady Astrid was a fairly kind person, she shouldered the mission to avenge her brother and father. She was a lady of culture, she enjoyed reading, but also, she was a strong warrior who wielded the great sword the "Scar of the Embers" (I've checked everywhere, and I mean it- the correct, official translation, was nowhere to be found.) It was a large crimson broadsword that was ablaze and was blunt at the end.
Although some may not think this from her manly personality, she was actually very feminine, no matter in looks or in heart. She was a very motherly figure. Maybe not as feminine as Sona or Raphael, but she was definitely a very warm individual, if not for her job to serve Thane, I would like to spend more time with her, studying many things from literature to training in martial arts.
We arrived at Thane's door, and as Thane opened it, I took my last glance at the redhead, and parted ways with her.
Walking back to where I first started, I noticed the trays of food I dropped, along with the two assassins, gone. I assumed that they went to the cafeteria and handed them in, but surprisingly, that was not the case.
Taking in a direct blow from behind, I sunk, to the floor, not knowing who my assailant was. The cold crept and dug its claws into my legs and heart. The darkness surrounded me, swallowing the light like a beast whose hunger never fulfilled.
I awoke on a chair, in a damp, dark, dirty cellar. Water dripped from the ceiling. My hands were tied behind the chair, my torso binded with rope which lead to my legs. I was immobilized by my assailant, I am in grave danger.
"I've decided to make my move first." A familiar female voice sounded, "You'll be mine, forever…"
Sona's POV:
Opening my eyes, I realized I was on something soft, very soft… It was Sharja. Her pale skin, soft like snow, oh how her face rose and fell peacefully like the tides of the sea. The three red marks on her head seemed to dance whenever she inhaled, she would giggle in her sleep, innocently, like a child.
I caressed her forehead gently, she would grin like a child. "Jason, you're mine, aren't you?"
Upon hearing these words I stopped. Glimpses of the past came rushing into my head, they played like tapes, one image after another. I saw myself, blushing as I read a letter, a love letter. I still recalled what it wrote:
Dear Sona,
Oh how much I wish to free you from your eternal silence, how much I long for your affection. You are my princess I need to free, from your silent prison, I will, someday, free you from your torment. I may not be any hero or knight, but I vow- milady, to take you by the hand, and take you away from your formless torture.
The lunatic who longs for your love, Jason.
If only, he was only mine, if only…
Jason's POV:
"Who's there?" I demanded, "Show yourself!"
"Why, I didn't think you'd say that to a lady Jason." The same voice sounded.
Slowly, from the shadows of the room- entered Butterfly. She wore her leather jacket, the same white shirt, and the same leather boots. Something was different. Her shirt was loose, her jacket- unbuttoned, the cloth gloves that had leather straps on them were missing, revealing her pale skin underneath.
She came closer, up to my face, her face red in ecstasy, she was wearing an eerie smile, one that a drunkard would show when he was in his dreams. She slowly paced until she was behind the chair I sat on, and held the chair up. She dragged it over a large bed… I wonder what she was about to do.
Carefully she slid the ropes just enough not to untie me by accident, and like I was a sack of lemons, she threw me on the bed. My body jolted to the left as I landed. She giggled as she climbed onto the bed, and… onto me.
I tried to kick her away and convince her that she was acting weird, but it was practically the same as saying nothing. Halfway through the process I gave up in trying to stop her and let her do as she pleased.
I was treated more like a doll or a pet. She would pat my head, but never abuse me, she crawled on top of me, ruffling my hair, biting and blowing on my ears. Then, slowly, she slid off her jacket, and unbuttoned her shirt. I looked away for the two freeloaders inside of me who acted as my conscience screamed at the top of their lungs to look away.
Airi's POV:
'Where am I?' I thought as I looked around, 'What is this place?'
The room I was in was quite wide, it consisted of a chair, a bed, and a door- which I found to be locked. The door was made of iron, I probably wouldn't be able to kick it down. I stood up and walked around, tracing my hand along the wall, I crossed a certain section with iron bars. The space between each bar was just enough for one of my eyes to see in between.
I saw, between the narrow bars of metal, two figures. One was blonde, golden locks and wore a western outfit. They wore a leather jacket, a white shirt and leather gloves and boots. Everything on them was coming off, it was really loose. Realization dawned me, the blonde was Butterfly! But, who was the figure underneath her? The figure underneath Butterfly was unclear due to the darkness, but that was until I heard their muffled cry.
"Get off me Butterfly!" They screamed, "Put your clothes back on, you're a female, shouldn't you not be showing skin?"
It was definitely Jason. That voice, so seductive, yet so calm. Butterfly was ruining it, I needed a way to separate the two. I focused on my palm, slowly I saw it in the back of my mind, a dragon, the long majestic beast that flew through the sky, its roar demanding respect and glory. I pulled back my hand, then swiftly slammed it onto the iron bar. The room echoed with the roar of the dragon and the iron bars clattering to the floor.
"Aww, I almost got to the good part." Butterfly whined, "Why'd you ruin it Airi?"
"Airi you did the right thing, " Jason coughed, "she was about to make a choice she'd regret for quite a long time."
I smiled, it felt nice to be complemented by someone, especially my future mate. "Snap out of it Butterfly," I yelled, "You're not taking his virginity any time soon!"
She made some kind of gurgling noise from her throat, and swayed left to right, and started rubbing her eyes. "Oh, hey guys, good morning." She greeted cheerfully. Even though everyone that knew her knew that she was on drugs, we try not to talk about it that much. The drugs make her go hyperactive, or make her go through crippling depression, when she has crippling depression, we walk her around in a wheelchair…
Jason shouldered Butterfly, and started carrying her to the door of the room. As we opened it, we shrunk away from the light, for it shone too bright, but it was warm- like a mother, welcoming a child back home- back to a gentle, affectionate embrace.
I have crippling depression XD, but that's all for today. I apologize for the late update, I was a bit tired and busy from tests and stuff :P. If you liked or disliked this chapter write it in the review section, also, out of generosity, please follow this piece if you liked it. Once again, thank you for all of your support! Until next time- Kyomugami.